Fear

Screams

Violence

Blood

My blood

Wait

Why am I bleeding?

I sit up sharply, staring at the hand I just touched to my forehead. Why doesn't it hurt?

Oh

There's the pain… ow.

I struggle to stand up, do anything to get out of here. There are so many screams…

My children! Where are they?

I spin in a circle, I have to find my babies… there. Eillouette isn't injured, just scared, and I lift her and hold her close to my chest. Her brother Jiremel is… his arm… it's gone. And he's unconscious… no.

No

No please

He's not responding… he has no pulse… no breath

He can't be dead

He's the heir…

I lift his empty body, his long wings dragging on the ground as I limp towards the escape route. Perhaps someone can help…

But who would? We are only “i̱ diavólou apogónous” to them. The descendants of the devil…

I collapse beside my dead son at the bottom of a cave, my white wings curling around his black ones as I leave my baby girl forgotten beside me.

I have nothing but her now… she is the only one left.